Short Stories & Poetry

Growth (NaNo Day 29)

You, the future
of our world
learn some
humility.

I'd call myself
ashamed to be
grouped with
you people
but what good
would it do
to stand divided?
We need the many, not the few.

Learn to hold
your tongue,
you undisciplined
and uncompassionate fools.

Would you rather
I believe in your
ignorance to these
words you use,
or that I
see you as
simply an
inconsiderate buffoon.

Pray, choose
for I refuse
to stay silent
to your sly's any longer.

Think I don't hear
when you cheer
on your friends
and then
call them ugly,
or fat, or other such
names? What a
relationship you hold.

And when they
laugh it off
it only succeeds in
fuelling another
when deep down
these things you say
have planted a seed
that will grow into a tree.

A tree that chokes
and grows in little time
spreading its roots
and growing its vines.
One that is almost
impossible to cut down,
so think about your words
lest you create

inside your friends
a tree of hate.